Carla Bruni pops up in Modern Masters (BBC1, Sunday) wearing Yves Saint Laurent's dove dress, inspired by Henri Matisse. She did last week too, in the Warhol programme; I think presenter Alastair Sooke has the hots for her. Not that he would admit it – he's just got engaged, he tells us. Nor would he ever tell his fiancee that although he loves her, he loves making television programmes more, which is what Matisse told his missus. Well, about painting obviously, not making television programmes.

I hope, for the future Mrs Sooke's sake, that Alastair is as good at being a husband as he is at making television. These shows are excellent – clever, lively, scholarly, but not too lecturey; he's very good at linking his painters with the world outside the studio, and at how these artists have affected the world today. He's not afraid to get involved either – to have a bash at doing his own paper cut-out in a Matisse style. You wouldn't see Brian Sewell doing that, getting his hands dirty and going all Blue Peter.

I don't know whether to believe the tears though, the tears at the chapel Matisse built in Vence. "The fact that he had this final surge of creativity just shortly before his death is just so beautiful," chokes Alastair. "I find that phenomenal." What is it, dear boy? Is there some anguish or inner turmoil of your own you're not telling us about? The forthcoming wedding perhaps? Or maybe he is genuinely, profoundly moved by light streaming through the stained glass windows. After all, Rothko spent months staring at Matisse's Red Studio with tears streaming down his face. They're a sensitive lot, these arty types.

Which is not something you often hear about Chris Moyles. Here, in When Moyles Met the Radio 1 Breakfast DJs (BBC2, Sunday), the morning gobshite, a rude awakening in human form, is going to see his predecessors in Britain's most prestigious radio slot. Some are clearly suspicious of his motives. Chris Evans won't even see him. Mike Read looks very nervous; but then he starts on the stories, about the shorts and the girls, partying with Wham! and jamming with Cliff, Diana and the little princes, and it's all OK. Others – Mark of Mark and Lard, Zoe Ball, Coxy – are just really nice and honest. They were relieved when it ended, they were crap, or still off their tits from the night before. Sometimes the night before never ended, it went straight into the Breakfast Show.

And Moylesy – who, interestingly, looks older than all of them, even Tony Blackburn – isn't out to get them at all. He seems genuinely interested in what they think, and to want to chat about the job. These were his heroes (well, some of them) when he was growing up. Maybe, he's more sensitive than we thought. Maybe Chris Moyles sometimes stares at paintings and weeps.

The Box That Changed Britain (BBC4, Sunday) is the container - as in the one you get on the back of a lorry, or stacked up on a ship. Actually, it changed the whole world. Who knew that a metal box, 40ft by 8ft by 8ft, could have such an impact on international trade? And who knew that a film about freight could be so fascinating? Strangely beautiful too; an exemplary documentary. I like the the spotters on the shore at Felixstowe, watching the ships come in through binoculars, and just imagining what the containers contain.

Without the container you wouldn't be able to afford that 40inch Japanese television, and a banana would be a rare treat. Thousands of dockers – tough men from Liverpool and London with metal hooks, tattoos and plenty of attitude – would still have jobs. Today, dockers are trousers for £19.99 because they've been made in China and brought here in a big metal box. Everything comes by box – televisions, bananas, motorbikes, nappies, cigarettes, class A drugs, all the essentials. Even people, sometimes, the ones who don't want to be seen arriving.

And occasionally the ships crash, the boxes break open and their contents wash up on Devon beaches. Only then do we see what's inside, what's being boxed up and shifted around the globe. And only then is it not just cheap, but free.

• This article was amended on 10 May 2010. Due to an editing error, the original referred to a Matisse chapel in Venice. This has been corrected.